POEM.

A poem I wrote to the older woman who sat with me when my youngest was in hospital earlier this year.

It’s a special kind of love mum’s have
The older woman watching on said.
And I thought, I hope to be her one day,
When grey hairs crown my head.

POEM.

We’re told we should aspire to more,
We’re told to aspire to less.
We’re told that we should contribute more,
That a mother, a woman, always says yes.

MUSINGS.

To the one who made me a mama. We’ve only got days together as just you and me (and your daddy) and I’m a mixed bag of excitement at this next chapter for our little family and grief that this current chapter is about to close.

MUSINGS.
Who am I now that I am a mother? How does this fit with the person I was?

POEM.

They handed me my baby, and said congratulations mum.
We took him home with our new titles, not sure how to ‘become’.